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The Caterpillar: Part One (special preview)
🕑 Added 2021-09-30 21:01:00 +0000 UTCSeveral years ago, I had been hired for a very special job which would put all my expertise and training to the test. This was something I was extremely excited for. It was a dream come true, especially considering all the others who could have been chosen. I was one of the elite, a white rabbit who was born to raise out of her class and station. I was known as a platinum rabbit, born to do things within the world no one else could. Some platinum rabbits took care of time, others took care of space. There were those lucky enough to be the keepers of thought. All of these were connected to the Sacred Archive and its workings within Miror. The job I was assigned was part of the Emotions Catalog. Compared to the others, this was much newer, much more experimental.
Back when I was first assigned, I could not have been more pleased. I had a chance to help create something special and unique for all of Miror. My special talents would be put towards good use! But then I met my boss. Lutwidge Von Peplum Leonidovich, a man of great skill, intelligence, as well as a large appetite. He had many fingers in many pies I came to find out, not just because he had six hands either. Lutwidge’s appetite stemmed from a great greed, one for money mostly. He had been placed in charge of the Emotions Catalog and found there was a great demand for the product.
To put it bluntly and get to the point: my job was not what I expected.
The mornings are my favorite time of day. I wake up early just so I can enjoy them. Over the last few years, I have carved out a path which I follow every day. Rabbits are creatures of habit, often performing the same routine and rituals day in and day out. Even if I am a platinum, I still enjoy my habits. Before I have to go to work each day, I go through my mornings in precisely the same fashion.
Although some mornings are interrupted. There are those days where I wake with Lutwidge passed out in my room. Mostly he’s on the floor, but sometimes I do find him at the foot of my bed, in my closet, and once he had somehow gotten himself stuck under my bed.
“Get up, sir,” I sighed. “That trash is supposed to be collected today, and I know how much you enjoy that ride every week.”
Lutwidge grumbled and snorted, laying there on my floor like the waste of space he was. He was completely blue from head to toe. I already mentioned he has six arms, three on each side. His bottom half is long and fuzzy, as well as being plump and squishy.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Come now, aren’t you a bit old to be acting so pathetic?” I knelt down before him, tugging on one of his antennas. He let out the most pitiful whelping noise before opening his four eyes.
“Why must you ruin the best parts of my dreams?” Lutwidge pushed himself up off the ground. “Shouldn't you be breeding somewhere?”
“You like imagining that, don’t you, sir?” I adjusted my glasses, which I hadn’t had a chance to clean yet due to his intrusion. “What did you do, sir?”
Lutwidge rubbed his face with two hands, using two others to rub up and down his chest. “Where are my clothes?” He finally realized he was nude.
“I’m sure they’re safe with your dignity.” I tossed a sheet at him so he could cover himself. “Please tell me this was another sleepwalking incident.”
“Has to be, why would I come here otherwise?” He wrapped the sheet around himself and gazed around my room. “Really, Dulcie, your room is so depressing. Why don’t you do something down here to make it more cheerful?”
“What? And forget I work for you, sir?” I ushered him to the door, opening it so he could see himself out. “Don’t forget, you have that meeting today with Himley. So I suggest you get some rest before I come to deliver your breakfast.”
Lutwidge shivered. “I hate that man. Is there no one you can handle that meeting by yourself today, Dulcie.”
“I’ve done it the past two times, sir. He’s starting to get aggravated that he can’t see you. We wouldn’t want to lose his business, now would we?”
A grimace crossed his face and the blue of his cheeks appeared much darker. “Oh, fine. But then you have to handle the next two meetings he comes for.”
“Buy two get one free, how kind of you, sir.” I see him into the hallway, making sure he heads back towards his quarters. I was supposed to be an engineer to the Emotions Catalog, instead I was a glorified babysitter to a giant blue man.
Later, when I went to Lutwidge’s room, I opened up his curtains then the windows to let in fresh air and sunlight. I cleared off the clutter on his table to serve him breakfast, and then I laid out clothes for him from his closet.
“Must you be so cruel?” Lutwidge sighed from the bed.
